Oh, Dakota

Logan sat fidgeting on the bus. It was the first day of freshman year and she was seriously freaking out. She was listening to her iPod, but it was barely audible.

She poked Anna, her best friend, who was sitting next to her.

“Anna Anna Anna Anna,” Logan said in an annoying voice.

“Logan Logan Logan Logan,” Anna replied, slightly aggravated.

“I’m scared.”

Anna shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“I suppose...”

“But last year was amazing,” Anna reminded.

“I know, right!”

“I hope we have a teacher like Miss Heim.”

“Dude, we don’t have any classes together,” Logan flipped her head upside down to fluff up her hair. What a weirdo.

“I’m gonna miss Sarah.”

“ME TOO!”

“And seriously, our French class was amazing.”

“Yesssss. Madame Hess was the shit. Remember that time Rob came out of the closet when we were playing that game and everyone was like ‘HAHA ROB CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET...FINALLY.’”

Anna giggled. “Oh yeah. And the Girl’s Room!”

“Bonjour, et bienvenue a la toilette de fille!” they both said in sync.

“J’adore ouefs!” Logan giggled.

“We never learned how to say flush in French...” Anna pondered.

“Ew I have Reaman this year. Omgno. I had enough of him in seventh.”

“My teacher seems cool.”

“Lucky ho. Hahha. Remember my Tokio Hotel obsession?”

“You mean the one that’s still apparent.”

Logan frowned. “I suppose. But not as much as last year.”

“Andrew Dorn totes made fun of you all the time.”

“Um.. that kid made fun of Panic at the Disco. There’s obviously something wrong with him.”

“Yeah. And you told him that my mom said we’d be cute together!” Anna punched Logan though that had happened ages ago.

“C’monnnn. That happened ages ago!”

“Whatever.”

“I blew out your birthday candles.”

“Oh yeah!” Anna laughed. “You dumbass.”

“You had an obsession with Ryan Ross,” Logan reminded.

“Don’t you dare say that in public again.”

“Tehe.”

“Well you had an obsession with Bill.”

“Yeah, but I’m PROUD!”

Anna sighed. “Remember that crappy student teacher we had in science?”

“Ew yeah, he gave me a B just cause I’d turn around and talk to you.”

Anna stared blankly at her. “You’re not supposed to make it obvious that we’re talking when the teacher is giving us a lecture.”

“Good point. But still, that dude was like half werewolf. He had mad hairy hands,” Logan fixed her epically fake-looking extensions.

“Would you like some blood stain for your stupid?”

“I’LL SHOW YOU A PIZZA.”

Some junior in the back piped up. “Shut the fuck up!”

That bus was usually rather quiet.

“You know what I want to do right now?”

“No, Logan, what?”

“I wanna go to Warped Tour.”

“Yeah. Anything’s better than school.”

Logan fluffed her hair. Again.

“Logan, you’re sooo scene.”

“I suppose,” she smiled. “I hope Springhouse guys are hawt. There were some cuties when we went to Dorney, remember?”

“Not really. Didn’t you stalk Rob and his new girlfriend?” Anna reminded her.

“Oh yeah... me and Gigi saw them on Voodoo when we went that night. DUDE! That girl is in my American Studies class, I think.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“I hate her.”

“Dude, I don’t think they’re going out anymore.”

“They’re not?!!?1!?”

“I think so..”

“He will be mine. We’re friends you know.”

“You’ve told me this,” this was same old same old to Anna.

Just then Oh, Dakota started playing on Logan’s iPod. They were entering the school grounds.

“First song before freshman year,” she smiled mischievously.

Anna knew what song it was. “Oh my god Logan no.”

“OH ANNA, I KNOW OUR LOVE IS NEW. I BARELY KNOW YAA, I’VE FALLEN OVER YOU. IT’S THE WAY YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO THAT MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. OH ANNA, ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH ME TOO?!” Logan sang at the top of her lungs, gaining every on the bus’s attention.

“No,” Anna joked.

The bus stopped and Logan pouted.

“Get out loser. Time for high school.”

The two walked arm in arm to discover new things.

Like the tilde.